Forbidden Collection
I kissed her thighs first, building drama in my mind: what if Hargrove came back?
My tongue traced her folds, tasting her sweetness—musky, addictive. She shifted above, book rustling. I licked deeper, tongue fucking her while my thumb circled her clit. She bit back a moan; I felt her thighs tense.
Hargrove’s fifth approach—wait, fifth? “That’s it! I’ve had enough!”
We froze. Sophia yanked me up just as Hargrove rounded the stacks, face thunderous. Jake hovered in the background, eyes wide—he must’ve tipped her off, the prick.